Look up
At the stars
Crazy and spinning
In curls of cold air
Inside,
Bones warming
Sanctuary from
The chill
Bread and wine
On the table
Faithfully, togetherness
Are what
Really counts
Holding onto
Fragments and glimpses
Of comfort
Fresh sheets
Baking bread
Hanging in
The air
Little happinesses
To comfort
The days
That we know
We’ll Break through
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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